Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 557 Weiwei
"My Rebecca is sick?"

Chen didn't take it too seriously.

It's impossible for people who eat grains and other foods not to get sick. Young people are healthy, so they recover quickly with some medicine.

"She doesn't want to go to the hospital..."

Song Shiwei said on the phone.

The tasks in Shanghai haven't been too heavy these past two days. My secretary and assistant have been eating and sleeping, and have "accidentally" gained two pounds.

So the two of them agreed to lose weight that evening. After exercising, they went for a walk along the riverbank, sweating profusely, and even bought an ice cream. However, after being exposed to a cold wind, Zhu Xiuxiu developed a fever when they got back.

"It's nothing serious, you'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

Chen comforted him, saying that there was probably some issue with the change in environment.

Cosplay Sister also felt a little uncomfortable at first when she moved from Guangzhou to the capital, but she got used to it gradually.

Director Chen hung up the phone casually, but after looking at the documents for a while, Sweetie was still a little worried and asked Congni, "How is she now?"

"When I went downstairs just now, she was playing on her phone, so it should be fine."

Cong Ni said nonchalantly.

All three stayed at a hotel, but Song Shiwei and Cong Ni stayed in a suite. After all, they were in a "boss and assistant" relationship when they were out in the public eye, which made it easier to communicate and work.

There was actually a suite with three beds, but the secretary said she snores at night, so she still needs to sleep alone.

Actually, she sometimes calls Yu Xuan. What if she accidentally lets something slip? That would be a disaster.

It wasn't the secretary herself who got blown up.

It was the philandering boss.

This just goes to show that "one is influenced by one's company." Although I haven't mastered time management yet, I'm already doing a decent job of managing my personal space.

However, the secretary, who loves being around people, usually prefers to stay in the suite upstairs, where she occasionally helps with data organization, so the room cards are kept together in different places.

Around 10:30, Professor Lu called.

Back in school, Professor Lu would regularly "check up" on her daughter's progress. This wasn't necessary during summer vacation, but she would still call her at regular intervals whenever her daughter went on a business trip.

Just wondering: How was your meal today? How did the meeting go? Did you encounter any problems? It's about time I took a shower and put on a face mask...

And let me add a couple more complaints: why doesn't Chen Zhe come to keep you company?
Of course, this was just talk. If Chen were to actually spend time alone with Song, the school beauty, Professor Lu would panic.

"Weiwei, are you going to take a shower now?"

Cong Ni asked, holding up the clothes.

"Wait a minute."

Song Shiwei said softly to the computer, "Go take a shower first."

When Cong Ni came out, drying her wet hair, she found the room empty. Then, glancing at the missing room key on the table, she immediately understood.

"Our CEO Song."

Cong Ni comfortably lay down on the sofa, scrolling through her phone, and said, "She seems cold and aloof, but she's actually very soft-hearted."

……

Downstairs in room 1102, the secretary, still a little dazed, was surfing the internet at a high intensity.

She didn't take it seriously, and although her eyelids felt a little hot, she was still happily scrolling through today's entertainment news.

Since there's no Weibo now, I can only browse website news using 2G.

Suddenly, I heard a "click" sound, as if the door had been opened with a room key.

The secretary was stunned for a moment, then quickly put away her phone, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

After a while, she felt someone approach the bedside.

"It's a pity my nose is a bit stuffy, otherwise I probably would have been able to smell her faint fragrance."

As the secretary was thinking, a slightly cool hand gently placed on her forehead.

"Ah~, so comfortable~"

The secretary almost cried out.

Who can understand the experience of having a beautiful woman touch your forehead in 38.5°C heat?

I'm actually a little envious of that womanizing boss.

Because if he wanted, Xianmei and President Song could treat him like that anytime.

"Xiuxiu, Xiuxiu."

But after the temperature was checked, the person who came in nudged the secretary's shoulder again.

She couldn't keep up the act any longer. The secretary pretended to have just woken up and asked, "Oh, what brings President Song here?"

"You're in a bit of a serious condition, let's go to the hospital."

There was a hint of worry in Song Shiwei's usually aloof tone.

"no, I'm fine."

The secretary repeatedly refused: "I'll be fine after a nap. Actually, I just fell asleep. I was planning to call you guys for breakfast tomorrow morning."

Her tone was exactly the same as her boss's.

"Go back, go back."

The secretary waved her hand and urged, "I was dreaming about going on a date with Hu Ge, I need to go back to sleep and continue my sweet dream."

Seeing that the other person was not listening, Sweet seemed a little helpless. She stood silently by the bed for a while until she heard the "slight snoring" before she turned and left.

The secretary secretly opened her eyes.

Illuminated by the lights in the outside corridor and contrasted with the dim lighting in the room, Song Shiwei's graceful and slender figure was vividly portrayed.

As the door slowly closed, the room was plunged into darkness again, and the secretary quickly took out her phone to play.

While playing, she felt that the air conditioner was not cooling properly, so she turned the temperature down to the lowest setting.

Another hour passed, and she simply kicked off the blankets, as if that would make her more comfortable.

Another hour passed, and the secretary felt extremely thirsty and her throat was very dry.

I checked the time and it was already 2:30, so I decided to drink some water and go to sleep.

But as soon as she sat up straight, a strong feeling of dizziness almost made her fall to the ground.

"Holy crap, could someone have drugged me?"

The secretary muttered to herself, picked up a bottle of mineral water and chug down half of it, thinking she would definitely fall asleep instantly as soon as she lay down.

But no matter how I tossed and turned, I always felt like there was a huge furnace burning inside my body, and even the spot where I lay down felt like a heated kang bed in Northeast China.

But my skin gradually started to feel cold again. Even after pulling the blanket back up, my body couldn't stop shivering, and my bones seemed to ache a little. I forced my eyes closed for a while, and my stomach started churning again, with gushes of acid rising up.

"Boom boom boom!"

The secretary rushed to the bathroom, but before she could find the toilet, she couldn't help but vomit.

Feeling groggy as she returned to bed, the secretary was experiencing the nausea of ​​alternating chills and fever. Wrapped in the blanket, she thought, "Holy crap, am I going to die here? The company still owes me a month's salary..."

I was just letting my mind wander like that, and eventually my consciousness started to fade.

The door was suddenly opened again.

A cool palm touched the secretary's forehead again.

It's still very comfortable.

Then, the owner of those hands picked up the phone: "Hello, is this the receptionist? Please call me a taxi..."

Immediately afterwards, the secretary felt herself being helped up and moved around amidst a noisy commotion.

It seems like I vomited once or twice more, and finally I must have arrived at the hospital, because I could see a red cross light in my peripheral vision.

The last glimmer of consciousness was of President Song's beautiful oval face and a doctor holding a syringe.

When she woke up again, the secretary found herself lying in a hospital bed. Her muscles were still a little sore, but her fever seemed to have subsided.

My skin was neither hot nor cold, and I had bandages on my hands from the IV drip.

President Song sat in the chair opposite her, quietly flipping through documents with a blank expression, keeping her company.

However, he looked tired, his eyes were red, and there were traces of yellowish-white filth on his clothes and pants.

Did I throw up?

The secretary thought to herself that she remembered vomiting several times last night.

But I can't remember where I vomited at all.

However, President Song is very clean. Now that she's covered in so much dirt, doesn't she mind at all?

"woke up?"

Song Shiwei seemed to sense her secretary's gaze and looked up.

"Ah."

The secretary nodded.

"drink water?"

Song Shiwei opened the water glass, preparing to feed her.

The secretary suddenly felt a little embarrassed and struggled to extend her arm, saying, "I can do it myself."

Sweetie didn't force her, but simply woke Congni up and went out to buy breakfast with her wallet.

"Congni, how did I get to the hospital last night?"

The secretary asked while drinking water.

"Weiwei was worried and went to see you again in the middle of the night."

Cong Ni said with a smile, "I found you were talking nonsense, so I rushed you to the hospital. I was busy registering you and getting your blood drawn. In the process, I even lost my wallet, but luckily a kind nurse found it and brought it to me."

"You're talking nonsense?"

The secretary was startled; she had absolutely no recollection of this. She quickly asked, "Do you know what I said?"

"You said the company owes you a month's salary? You dog of a boss, pay me back right now!"

Cong Ni chuckled.

"That's fine."

The secretary thought to herself, "Don't call her 'Xianmei' randomly and ignite a chaotic scene."

If I were to cause those two good girls sadness and heartbreak, I would be committing a truly heinous crime.

"By the way, Mr. Song, did I throw up on those things on your pants?"

"Who else could it be but you?"

"Oh."

……

Not long after, Song Shiwei returned with breakfast, and she was making a phone call.

"Chen wants to talk to you."

Song Shiwei said casually, handing her phone to her secretary before turning around to prepare breakfast.

"Hey, I heard you had a fever of 40 degrees last night?"

Chen asked with a smile, "How are you feeling now? You should be alright now, right?"

"The fever has subsided after the IV drip."

The secretary said dejectedly.

"That's good."

Chen advised, "Don't go to the riverbank to get windy after your run next time. You also ate cold drinks. You probably have a cold mixed with acute gastroenteritis."

"understood."

The secretary turned around, glanced at Song Shiwei and Cong Ni who were bowing, and suddenly lowered her voice: "President Chen, I have a favor to ask of you."

"you say!"

Chen readily agreed.

"Can you break up with both Xianmei and Weiwei?"

The secretary earnestly suggested, "Why don't we break up with them all and find other bad women to ruin our lives?"

After a brief silence on the other end, Chen said, "Give the phone back to Song Shiwei."

The secretary, not getting the answer she wanted, returned the phone unhappily.

"what happened?"

Sweetie asked.

"Let's give her another IV drip."

Director Chen suggested, "He probably still has a high fever, otherwise why would he keep talking nonsense?"

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